BOOKS WE HAVEN’T TOUCHED IN YEARS
The person who wrote YES!
in margins
disappeared.
Someone else
tempers her enthusiasms,
makes a small “v”
on its side
for lines
worth returning to.
A farmer
stares deeply
at a winter field,
envisioning
rich rows of corn.
In the mild tone
of farmers, says
Well, good luck.
What happens to us?
He doesn’t dance
beside the road.
